As promised, I deliver to you, faithful readers, a post-Turtle update. I'm pleased to say that the evening was a stunning success. I knew the night wouldn't disappoint when Diane, Rach and I walked to the bottle shop, and they had six-packs of Strongbow for $14. Cheaper than Carlton, and not all that far off from the price of a sixer of Woodchuck in the city. Love it. By the time six o'clock rolled around, we were pretty much in full costume. For me, it was a long sleeve green shirt, black shorts, orange flip flops, an orange band around both knees and elbows, as well as one around my eyes. We all had matching belts, with our distinguishing letter on the "buckle" part, weapons correlating with our characters, and completely badass shells. Mine was made out of a rubbish bin lid, painted brown, and attached with strings. Oh, and we were painted green, head to toe. I thought we made a pretty excellent trio. Check us out:
I was voted "Most Turtle Like" of the crew. We took a bunch of pictures, most of which can be found on facebook. Overall, an excellent experience. I cannot stress how greatly I want American culture to adapt the Australian idea of dressing up in theme and partying. We're boring, in comparison. We just sit around and drink. Sometimes we go out and drink. Over here, we get dressed up and drink... and that element of being in character, or simply preparing a ridiculous outfit that will be culturally accepted, because hey, everyone else is dressed up too... well, that's just spectacular, in my eyes. I don't know, maybe it's because I don't want to let go of my childhood quite yet, but I find theme parties to be extremely entertaining.
Highlights of the evening included (but were not limited to): climbing the tree, the Spartans (in all their ridiculousness), Evatt 1 Dance Party, Spice Girl sing-a-longs, and the general fact that we spent the better part of five hours dressed as Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and drinking. Only in Australia.
Since the party, not much has been up, really. Class times four yesterday. I was relieved to find that 4/4 classes weren't excruciating. Not so relieved to find a mysterious, egg-shaped ailment on my arm. But after consulting some other kids and Dr. Sam, I quit worrying.
Yesterday was gorgeous weather, though. I had breakfast beside the pond between history and PR while listening to The Black Keys... it was fantastic. Went to the gym for a bit, and spent most of caf talking to Jake about New Zealand, adventures, politics and psychology. Always a good time. Two more episodes of House last night with the regulars. Halfway through the first episode, I decided to play the new and improved House Drinking Game with the two Strongbow's I had left. Love it.
And now... today. Haven't really done much of anything yet today. I suppose I should go start up my lit and history papers, or at least get some research done. You know how it goes. I'm really going to try to commit to getting at least the research aspect of my work done before next week. I've got to do something to occupy my time, because all I can think about is BREAK! Can you blame me? In one week, I'll be back in Sydney. And in eleven days, I'll be at the AUSTRALIA ZOO. Yeah, so I need something to do instead of just sitting around, being anxious. Might as well be productive, I suppose.
That being said, I'm going to put the Backstreet Boys on my iPod and dance my way to the library. Until next time... jam on 'cause Backstreet's got it!
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